After the Divorce, I Shine Brighter Than Ever

Caleb and I got married because of the baby. We dated for two years, and our relationship was stable and sweet, so it was natural for us to talk about marriage.

During our time together, he was considerate and caring. He was poor but he promised he'd work hard to earn money and provide a good life for me and our baby in the future!

Back then, I was naive and believed his sweet words, my heart and mind filled with dreams of the happy life we would have after marriage.

I didn’t think too much about it, believing we would work hard together once we were married.

But the reality turned out to be completely different.

The next morning, my mother-in-law made a huge pot of fish soup, saying it was good for my health.

However, when I caught a whiff of the strong fishy smell, I rushed to the bathroom and started vomiting.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to eat; I just had no appetite.

Caleb, on the other hand, seemed to change completely. When I finally emerged from the bathroom, he no longer showed the same concern as before. Instead, he dragged me to the dining table and said, "Mom made this specially for you this morning. If you don’t want to eat, then don’t. You don't have to pretend to vomit!"

Then, right in front of me, he poured the soup into the sink.

I could hear the sound of broken porcelain in my ears, and my stomach was churning uncomfortably.

My mother-in-law, who had promised to treat me 'like a daughter', just looked at me coldly.

At noon, my sister called me and said, 'I have some clothes and diapers left. Do you have time this afternoon? Come and get them.'

"Sure."

I left before mealtime, thinking of going back to my parent's house, where I could at least eat something that suited my taste, instead of the overpowering 'nourishing soup'.

Maybe because of the pregnancy, whenever I thought of the child in my belly, I felt like I had a little more hope.

The bed was full of cute and delicate baby clothes, and I was full of anticipation. 'Sister, is the baby really wrinkled when it is born? Your son was tender, so cute!'

Looking back now, I was too naive at that time.

When I came home with a load of baby clothes, bottles, and diapers, Caleb stood there in silence.

Disappointed, I retreated to my room.

He followed me in, his voice laced with anger. "Where did all this stuff come from?"